You wiped the teardrops from
your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall
down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I
felt the
Great sadness that day in
the garden
And then one day you came back
home
You were a creature all in
rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day
you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was
blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin'
on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour
as you
Sat beside your father and
your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin'
on your face
Within your violet you treasure
your summery words
And as the shiver from my
neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and
nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became
so fine
And we heard the bells inside
the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the
youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks
so lightly
Born again you were and blushed
and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of
the Christ
And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden,
wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |